Checkmate

By Brian Cain

Roselyn Victoria Fleming was born of wealth and influence, an illegitimate child of aristocratic power, she was sure a chance encounter with vigilante John Stanton was not coincidental but the coming of destiny. The insatiable flower from the Garden of Eden is cast amongst the noxious weeds of dominion, industrial, and political power, not as a puppet, but as peerage.
Time was of the essence, aristocracy rely on heirs and allies; Stanton drew upon this Roman characteristic fostered by peers of the realm. In the game of chess there is no solace for the humble pawn, but when one makes it to enemy lines they become a sleeping giant. Upon the horses back, the white knight backs the pawn. Checkmate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brian Cain
• Release date: Sep 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311747020

Brian Cain

Brian Cain was born in the South London UK in 1953, one of six boys to a military family and migrated to Australia in 1969 at the age of 15. His forty years in the mining industry began as a kitchen hand in a remote Australian mine in 1970. He worked his way up on plant and heavy equipment to supervisor, superintendant and management roles. He has travelled in Australia touching places few get to see. He plays drums, guitar and is an accomplished blues harmonica player. He is also a vocalist and songwriter, recording and releasing his own songs. He is a husband, father, grandfather and lives on the coast of the Fleurieu on Peninsula in South Australia. He also writes and publishes novels on a variety of topics drawing from his colourful life.

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CHECKMATE

A NOVEL BY

BRIAN CAIN

Checkmate

Copyright 2014 Brian Cain

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Previous novels by Brian Cain

Circles of Fear

The Sword And The Dagger

Previous novels in this series

Vigilante

Flaxmead

Once Upon A Time In Australia

In The Name Of The Mother

Jodi Ann

Bella Elizabeth

The Hunt For Rose

Louise Legrande

Roselyn Victoria Fleming

Children's series;

Larco and the Quog

Larco Builds a Bok Bok

Return of the Wizard

The Cave of Knowledge

Larco and the Dictionary

Larco the Wizard

The Dark Hole Of Rainbows

For Bowsie.

PREFACE

Roselyn Victoria Fleming was born of wealth and influence, an illegitimate child of aristocratic power, she was sure a chance encounter with vigilante John Stanton was not coincidental but the coming of destiny. The insatiable flower from the Garden of Eden is cast amongst the noxious weeds of dominion, industrial, and political power, not as a puppet, but as peerage.

Time was of the essence, aristocracy rely on heirs and allies; Stanton drew upon this Roman characteristic fostered by peers of the realm. In the game of chess there is no solace for the humble pawn, but when one makes it to enemy lines they become a sleeping giant. Upon the horses back, the white knight backs the pawn. Checkmate.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PREFACE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ONE

Two minutes of mixed emotion, Rose, Bella and Louise passed photos to each other of a stately mansion, excitement, sadness and anticipation all in the same breath. Debate on whom and what will be where when they move to their new domicile, a mile long driveway, stately staff, gardeners, a complete contrast to past and current living arrangements.

Rose held up a picture turning it toward Bella and Louise. The entrance hall has a chandelier with more lights than all the terraced houses in Pimlico, yuk. She changed picture. I want this bedroom with the four poster and the mirror on the ceiling.

Bella shook her head with raised eyebrows. This is a mission Rose, you may be lady muck but we do have purpose and priorities.

I'm redecorating and that chandelier can go.

Louise chuckled as she waded through the photographs You can have sex swinging from chandeliers.

Rose smiled at Bella. Oh yeah, why didn't I think of that.

Because you've never had a chandelier to swing from.

Oh yeah, well that's something to think about.

John is keeping a close eye on everything leaving the estates, he insists the interior of the place will have to be modified.

Rose waved a thick report in front of them. This reads as a nightmare, glad John is overseeing the move, you spoke to him this morning Bell what's going on, or is that your little secret?

No change, this has brought communication to a standstill, no one is game enough to acknowledge peers, can't go on forever but making things difficult.

I'm getting sick of sitting tight here.

We don't move until we move, John will brief us some time soon, word of mouth or satellite phone only.

I checked my internet this morning and my email is sending out all this bullshit.

Why don't you read it Rose, then you'll know which direction John is sending the opposition, we better all read them.

Louise threw the photos into the middle of the table. We'd know a lot more if the walls in these pictures could talk. While the girls courted excitement, across town things were somewhat conflicting.

Tense, wired, thwart with rage, he could take no more, he turned from the window overlooking Westminster's St James's Park, the view of natural solitude among the ancient oaks did nothing to calm him. It's easier to fool people than to convince them they have been fooled!

Gustav Reichmann shot to his feet, the elaborate silk covered carved chair he was seated on feel over behind him, the weight of the carved timber and flamboyant trimmings was useless against the adrenalin infusion fuelled by hapless rage. He pointed at Sir Roland Stillwell with a look of overwhelming rage, his German accent obvious as he shouted back. You called the shot's, we proceeded on your instructions, since when have anyone been able to fool John Stanton or resist Rose Cavendish.

Stillwell walked to his desk, he attempted to stand over Reichmann but his desk prevented him, he lent forwards with his